Uh, Houston... Houston? We have a...

Sir, I should not be here. I not your wife!

Whom do you think is my wife?

Angeli! Of course, she is wife!

No, my wife is Ann. You have never met my wife. If my wife would come back – I would have her happily. She refuses to return. Would you like to text her, and prove that to yourself?

Ann?

Yes, Ann. Here is her cell number. Text her with your phone, she will not answer mine.

This it?... OK, I ask her.

I'll be damned, but Maricris copies the number into her phone and text's Ann. As she is doing this, I wonder, just how much that I thought was clear to her was ever really understood.

Hello Madam Ann. I text you because Sir Lewis say you his wife. That true?

Who U?

Maricris, Madam. I live in your house. I apologize if this is a wrong thing.

No wrong. What U want?

True you wife of Sir Lewis?

Oo. Bakit?

Why you not here. He want you.

What? Still? Tell him stop. I not come. Find a girl. Why not you. You be good to him?

Oo I be good but not right, not wife.

U makulit like him? Maybe you good fit!

Excuse? Madam?

Do not be difficult. Take care of him.

Opo. Salamat.

And the texts ended. Why she like that, Sir?

It is too hard to explain and I am not sure I understand anyway.

What you want me to do, Sir.

Be good to me, assist me in running this place, and never think that you will be my wife.

I will try, but I am not good as Angeli.

That is not your concern. Now come to bed, girl.

Over the last few month's Maricris has learned to give head. She can't take me like Angeli can, but that is not grounds for rejecting her. Even though she is physically very small, she is not as tight as any of the others when I enter her. That is also not a disqualifier. She is pretty, sexy and sweet. She has gotten on the wrong side of me twice, but the first time, it is hard to blame her. This time I was really unhappy with her, but I am giving her a pass, so long as she comes around now. My alternative is to put Moon and Noime in my room but they can't run the household yet and so that doesn't really work. Belen isn't an option, Angeli I just kicked out and Lyla is a non-starter. There is no one else unless I start over with new girls.

What if I fail you, Sir?

Let's not find out.

I take this female in my arms and bring her lips to mine. If she is going to be my 'go to' gal, she and I have some homework to complete. Maricris locks lips with me. She is trembling but her lips and tongue are seeking and searching. The intensity of our embrace and the urgency of the kiss, with this female who I have fucked but never loved, is an eye opening experience. I had not wanted her in this house and had put little concern into her. Now I am pouring all my concern into her and she is responding. We are naked but I am making no moves to fuck her as I concentrate on her arms, mouth, lips and tongue. She on the other hand, reaches to my manhood, strokes me to tumescence and then, while still kissing, pulls me into her. She is hot, wet and her cunt is grinding into me, insisting on attention. I am responding, while still attached to those loving, sexy lips. I am trying to drink her in, and fuck her at the same time. She is sure as hell, not complaining. She is tiny, smaller than Iay. But she makes it clear I will not break her. She wants all I can give her. She bites my lower lip. She grabs the side of my head with her hands and speaks to me. OK, OK, I see. I be yours truly now. OK, OK be yours for real. I not playing now. Now you give me all you have. I not make Angeli mistake. I not own you, you own me. OK, fuck me, own me. I be good for you. Even if you give me baby, I still your slave, not a wife. I know, I know. I yours. Fuuuuuck meeeee.

And that is what I am doing as I pound her cunt with all I have. I pinch her nipples and she cums. I bite her lips and she grabs my face for more of it and harder. She seems to like pain. I pinch her nipples harder and she explodes. I roll her over and take her cunt from behind, mauling her clit with my fingers and she goes off like a roman candle. By the time I am done and cum inside her cunt, she has been well fucked. I do not tell her to clean me up, afterward, assuming she is wiped out but she gets in gear and cleans us both up before snuggling with me and going to sleep in my arms.

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When morning arrives, Maricris is still in my arms and greets me with a kiss. It is a welcome change. She asks if she should get up first and shower, or if I want to be first. I tell her she can go ahead. Instead of getting up, she strokes me into readiness, and takes me orally. She has learned well these last few months and gets me off in her mouth in short order. Then she goes for the shower.

Breakfast is ready and waiting. There are no issues and the house activity around me is that of the functioning world I had come to expect. I am done with the mango. There is still coffee in my cup and more in the pot. Page four and five of the newspaper are laid out on the table in front of me as my cell phone chimes.

It is Ann.

What happen to Angeli?

Huh?

Why I get that text last night? Where is Angeli?

Angeli is here, you want to chat her?

NO! What happen Lewis?

I replace her in my bed.

Why?

She thought she was you. I fire her. She is only maid now.

She is me! She your wife.

No. She is not. I will not have that.

IC, so you kick her out.

I make her my maid only, yes.

Who this new one?

She is a maid too. Maricris. She is nice but knows she is only a maid.

You need to find replacement for me.

I don't want to replace you.

Why? I bad to you.

You are my wife. It is not possible to replace you.

What I do with you? This new one, she nice?

You will like her. But she is not a lesbian.

Don't need another lover. Have a good one. Why I like her?

She will be respectful to you.

Even if I sleep with my love and you are with her?

I think so, but why don't you come home and find out?

I don't know Lewis. We tried that and it did not work.

We have grown since then.

Maybe. Maybe you have grown. I not sure I better. This is my fault to you.

Come home Ann.

Not now Lewis. Not now. Talk l8r.

And the texts stop.

Who was that, Sir?

It was Ann, Maricris. Would you like to read what was said?

No, Sir! No! Sorry, sorry.

It's OK. I think you would like her.

Why you say that?

Because I do not think you would try to compete with her?

How you mean. How I compete? She in your bed.

She would not be in my bed. She is a complete lesbian now. Her bed would be with her lover and not me. You would be in my bed.

And she not throw me out?

That would not happen. She would leave if you were like Angeli. But I do not think you are like that. I think she would stay.

So, Sir Lewis. You love your wife and want her back but she love woman and will not be in your bed if she come back.

Yes.

Oh my God. Angeli know this?

Yes.

Why she be stupid then? You not hers. She know this! Why she afraid of Lyla? Lyla not hurt her!

I can't answer that. I do not know.

Sir, who get your bed tonight?

Noime.

What room I go to tonight?

Ours.

Sir?

You and I share the master bedroom. Noime will join us.

I stay?

Yes, we live together Maricris. We live together from now on.

Oh my God, Sir. I not know. You do this with Angeli?

Yes.

OK, maybe I see, maybe Angeli forget because of this. OK. I be good, Sir.

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In a few months, I file for naturalization as a citizen of the Philippines. This process hangs like the sword of Damocles. I know I need to do it because without it, if Ann does something really crazy, I could be in real trouble. But when I have it, she might feel free to do something real crazy that she has held back on doing because she has not wanted to hurt me. I am damned if I do and damned if I don't.

Maricris, in this past week, since I took her to my bed, has been a good and sweet companion. The days and the nights have gone well. Tonight for the first time since Maricris became my bed partner, I will have Lyla in our bed. It is not that it will be awkward for me, but it is the first time since I threw the girl out that she has been with me and this time is also with her mother. I expect for her, it will be awkward.

In the meantime, I am using the day to catch up on desk work. I am in the middle of a business letter, the rain is pounding down and the power fails. The battery system protects my PC long enough to shut things down. I look around and decide this is a good time to go to the mall. They will have power, aircon, and hot food.

Maricris handles the gate under an umbrella. So I do not get soaked before getting into the vehicle. Driving through the downpour is not fun but the rain forces the tricycles and motorcycles off the roadways, so in truth, it is an easier and safer drive. I park in a covered parking lot attached to the mall and walk into the mall as dry as I was in my home.

When I get there, the mall is incredibly crowded. Let me rephrase that, the halls of the mall are crowded. But many of the high end stores are empty. Sales folk just stand around with nothing to do. How these stories stay in business is beyond me. The stores, while not always, are often staffed with very pretty girls who are dressed very nicely. So going to the mall, is like 'window shopping' female beauty. We all look but aren't even expected to touch. They are there to attract you into the store, and that is all.

I do not need anything from these stores, but I am bored and am killing time, so I flirt with them. It's harmless and it relieves their boredom as well as mine. Many of these girls, and most of them are girls, are under the age of 21 and all are under 25. They are all single. One tells me that if it is known she has a foreigner boyfriend, she would get fired. They get five or six month contracts. Once the contract is over they can never work for that business again. If they did labor laws would cover them and the employers are keen to avoid that from happening.

So the employment is short term, the wages are very low, the working conditions are crap to the extent that the hours are long, breaks non-existent, and there is no future to any of it. To that extent, loyalty is transitory. At ₱6,000/mo pay, it doesn't take much to flip the loyalty around. I am toying with that, but have no set plan in mind. These days, I am not needing to be loyal to my wife. I am essentially a free agent, though I have not been acting like one.

What's your name?

Babe, Sir, may I know yours?

Lewis.

Lewis? That is a nice name. You married, Lewis?

Yes, but my wife left me when she decided she was a lesbian. Now she lives with a woman.

How sad! You are married, but do not live with your wife and she not angry with you if you have girlfriend?

Yes, that is right.

May I ask, how long you stay here in our city?

I live here.

Really, you live here? Where you live, Sir?

Brgy.¹ Ligaya.

Really? I am in Brgy. Bula.

How old are you Babe?

Nineteen, Sir Lewis. You like young girls like me?

I like very young girls, Babe. Yes. You have a boyfriend?

No, Sir. You like a girlfriend maybe?

Maybe, Babe, Maybe.

It is that easy. Scary easy. They are not thinking about compatibility. They want on the train. The roles are reversed, and you have to say, well slow down here, sure I'd love to see you naked, and fuck the shit out of you, but will I like you? You wouldn't like all of those you can fuck. Some are lazy, some stupid, some can't be trusted. Not all, no, not nearly all, but some are and unless you suss that out, well, you can end up with a problem child on your hands who only sees ATM stamped across your forehead and has no interest in anything else. Still, most of these girls are winners.

Finding a good one is not hard. But I do not need any more. In fact, it is fair to say I have too many good ones. And I do have an obligation to them while at the same time they have an obligation to me. It is a two way street, something that Joy2x and I talked about at length after the blowup we had at the house. Yes, I have promised a 'forever,' to those who follow my rules, not for those who decide they don't need to do that.

Joy2x has not ever challenged me in any way other than in asking me to cool off. She would never do so. And so in her world the obligation appeared to her to be one sided. When we finish the discussion she has a different view of the matter. She now sees that it works only if both sides do what they are supposed to do. Angeli had asked me to kick out Lyla and when I refused, she had a meltdown. My response was, you want her gone? OK, both of you are gone. Now you work at getting her back. Well, Angeli was so deep into her issues that she just could not see that. I still don't understand why that was. It seemed so out of character for her. I have a very different view of Angeli now than I had before the meltdown and it is a far less positive view.

But when it comes to those quite lovely females in the mall, they are cute and tempting, but my hands are full. I take a pass on following up with them. I am just killing time.

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I am back home. The power returned hours ago. I have no new females to be concerned with accommodating. Supper is over. It is time for bed. Tonight it is Lyla. Tomorrow I am supposed to be with Angeli but think I will skip her. Lyla is in the bedroom with Maricris and me. Mother and daughter. When I had asked for the mother to join me, she demurred in favor of her daughter, whom I would not take as my primary companion. I suspect Lyla is not aware of that, but her mother is. Her mother has changed a lot over this last week. As the caring and comfort between us has continued, Maricris has begun to fill her role with me with more confidence and ease. I handed her the keys to the family car so to speak last week. In that week, she has learned how to drive it. Will that hold this evening?

Maricris has the bed made up correctly. The overhead bright lights have been turned off, in favor of dimmer and more intimate illumination. She is in a pretty slip and Lyla is once again, in bra, panties and heels. Both are wearing the same perfume. So far, so good. I prop up some pillows dead center on the headboard and get onto the bed with my back against the pillow. The girls climb on to the bed on either side of me. Maricris is on my left, Lyla on my right. I put an arm around each.

I bring Maricris in for a kiss, a real one. I can feel her soul, her passion as the prolonged kiss continues. When we eventually break the connection, I whisper that she has done all I have wanted. She has not failed in any way. She has succeeded. She whispers, I think before, I here just so you have access to Laarni and Analyn. But you do not take Laarni except that little bit the first night, and you do not take Analyn except the first night. You refuse Lyla as your companion and you make me your companion. How I be so wrong?

I just smile, kiss her lightly and shift my position a little to kiss her daughter. I take Lyla for a kiss in much of the same manner as her mother, but Lyla doesn't pour her being into the kiss. It is mechanical, all surface and no soul. I break the kiss and look at her. Are you OK? Do you want to be here tonight?

The panic in her eyes, flash. I am OK, just scared. Maybe you send me away again. I afraid to do the wrong thing. I want to stay, Sir. I not want to be sent away.

Then show me the desire to stay, in your body. Send me that desire. Let me feel it Lyla. Show me you want to stay. Her eyebrows go up. I bring her in for another kiss and this time, it is if I am with a totally different girl. I feel the passion, the urgent need. As the kiss, and attendant groping, continues, Lyla starts humping my thigh. She is urging me on. Her hands are all over me, encouraging me, stroking me. She is breathing my breath in, as her breath, pushes her air into my lungs. I know she is wet without putting a hand on her cunt as my thigh is coated with her offerings. She pushes me flat on my back, mounts me and drives my cock as deep as she can get it in her cunt. Her grin, as she looks down on me from her superior position is one of fulfillment and accomplishment. She had risked never being with me ever again. Now she is astride me. She is back. Maybe not as she had left, but she is back, never-the-less.

Her, now, fifteen-year-old body seems to never tire. She rides me without a moments rest for an amazingly long period of time, sending herself into orgasm after orgasm. Not the earthshaking type, but real. I am not induced to cum, but am sure as hell enjoying the fucking. It is beyond good. Lyla's tight little cunt, is perfect and my member is being well treated in the oven of this girl's body. But after, oh so long, I need to cum and am not going to do it this way tonight. I roll Lyla over, put her on her knees, take her from the rear, manually playing with her clit and one breast's nipple, in my fingers. I drive Lyla into a more profound orgasm. The clamping on my cock in this position is special. Something in my nuts is triggered as I cum in a prodigious amount inside the girl.

Good, good! Ah good! Maybe now I be pregnant too?

Huh? Who is pregnant?

Angeli! She three month. You not know?

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Chapter 37